The sewage street
October 23, 2008 · Posted in Poetry · 2 Comments
The October Sun slowly crawls upwards
And momentarily settles behind a patch of cloud,
With smells of burnt mice clogging
Nehanda Street.
Another day is almost done -
Now, a sewage pipe goes pop - as usual
And spews thick, raw content across the street
Feet jump and skip watery veins
Of feaces looking for a way to escape
But now imprisoned in stagnant pools Read more
